Lyrics Кристина Corp. - Ветер осенний
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Стал давно неинтересен
Мне твой серый взгляд.
Журавлиных криков песни
Не вернуть назад.
Смыты краски лета серой,
Мокрою порой,
И любовь как будто стала
Скучною игрой.
Серая ошибка наши дни,
И пусть не радует
Ветер осенний, ветер осенний.
Счастье лепестком сорвалось вниз,
Ведь листья падают,
И улетают в страну забвенья.
Радость встречи в теплый вечер
Вновь меня зовет.
Шум прибоя песню лета
Тихо нам поет.
Но придет на смену лету,
Серая пора,
Смыты краски, все напрасно,
А любовь - игра.
Серая ошибка наши дни,
И пусть не радует
Ветер осенний, ветер осенний.
Счастье лепестком сорвалось вниз,
Ведь листья падают,
И улетают в страну забвенья.
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Became long uninteresting
I'm your gray look.
Cranes of the song
Do not bring it back.
The colors of summer are washed gray,
Wet at times,
And love seemed to be
Boring game.
The gray mistake of our days,
And do not be happy
The autumn wind, the autumn wind.
The happiness of the petal fell down,
After all, the leaves fall,
And fly to the country oblivion.
The joy of meeting in the warm evening
Again he calls me.
The noise of the surf of the song of summer
Quietly sings to us.
But will come to replace the summer,
The gray time,
The paints are washed away, all in vain,
And love is a game.
The gray mistake of our days,
And do not be happy
The autumn wind, the autumn wind.
The happiness of the petal fell down,
After all, the leaves fall,
And fly to the country oblivion.
.
I'm your gray look.
Cranes of the song
Do not bring it back.
The colors of summer are washed gray,
Wet at times,
And love seemed to be
Boring game.
The gray mistake of our days,
And do not be happy
The autumn wind, the autumn wind.
The happiness of the petal fell down,
After all, the leaves fall,
And fly to the country oblivion.
The joy of meeting in the warm evening
Again he calls me.
The noise of the surf of the song of summer
Quietly sings to us.
But will come to replace the summer,
The gray time,
The paints are washed away, all in vain,
And love is a game.
The gray mistake of our days,
And do not be happy
The autumn wind, the autumn wind.
The happiness of the petal fell down,
After all, the leaves fall,
And fly to the country oblivion.
.